Fossil Fuels - Aisha Badru

Written by：Aisha Badru

You turn me on like a faucet

And you left me running drip drip

'Til my fossil fuels were exhausted

You filled your cup to the tip

Flowers cannot bloom without precipitation

And lovers will not last without reciprocation

You took your box of matches

And you chopped down every stick

I kept you warm 'til I was ashes

Who taught you how to love like this

Rivers cannot move without precipitation

And love is bound to fail without reciprocation

Well you turn me on like a faucet

And you left me running drip drip

'Til my fossil fuels were exhausted

You filled your cup to the tip